Grand Theft Auto (feat. Dame Gretzky)

Aye, I got patnas who ain't coming home, but I still say free I got, I got Aye, I got fullys for the beefs (For the beef) I got liquor for the freaks (Liquor for the freaks) I got patnas who ain't coming home, but I still say free You get ate, they think it's sweet Four pockets full, no Dominique (No Dominique) Show me love, you can't just say it, nigga, love don't cost a thing (Love don't cost a thing) I do it all, I do not let a bitch come tell me anything (Tell me anything) They won't never get a ring (Never get a ring) Still gon' treat me like a King (Still gon' treat me like a King) This is not no standard Glock, lil boy I added a few things Got a button, drum, and beam (Know what the f*ck it is nigga) He gon' wish this was a dream The joker! Put that lil boy right in a post (Right in the post) Uh, why the f*ck y'all not backing him now? He was playing with that bread and got turned to a ghost, all I gave to lil cous' was a pound She be doing the most, I don't bring her around Oh, he hosting that party? We gunnin' him down Burn his ass like toast, I want blood for my hounds (Long Live Lil Jeff) Turn shit pot roast, hope his tummy don't frown Got the neck, I ain't f*ck that bitch in the Bentley truck Just spent ya rent on shit in my double cup Seen I got drank, now they wanna get in touch If you don't got no dirt on ya hands, then you can't get in with us (You gotta go get ya' hands dirty) Bro know imma shoot it, with me, he got trust I'm uppin' my strap, naw I ain't trynna fuss At the corner he tried to run, but he was runtz Know he died a lil cold, put a sheet on my blunt Nigga what? What you gon' do something (The f*ck!) 10 milli hit, shit turn pumpkin Got Cartiers on, yet still not bluffin Easy bake, I put the"yeah" in her oven Easy make, bro put the"yeah" in the blender Law blitzed that day, hell yeah I remember Prolly would've crashed out if it wasn't for Simba Asking when imma drop, I told bro in december (Sock!) Aye, I got fullys for the beefs (For the beef) I got liquor for the freaks (I got liquor for the freaks) I got patnas who ain't coming home, but I still say free (Yeah, free the guys, free the guys) You get ate, they think it's sweet Four pockets full, no Dominique (No Dominique) Show me love, you can't just say it, nigga, love don't cost a thing (Love don't cost a thing) I do it all, I do not let a bitch come tell me anything (Tell me anything) They won't never get a ring (Never get a ring) Still gon' treat me like a King (Still gon' treat me like a King) This is not no standard Glock, lil boy I added a few things (I added a few things) Got a button, drum, and beam He gon' wish this was a dream (He gon' wish this was a dream)